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"The Tree on the Edge of the Cliff" After Reading From the surface of the poem, this is a tree growing on the edge of the cliff, which seems so lonely, but it gives me a sense of perseverance, rising from the ground, and being born out of nowhere. This in itself is a natural wonder that shakes the sky. After reading this little poem, it gave me the feeling that it was:

It is a lonely tree with both self and no self, and its soul and spirit stand high on the edge of a cliff. It is like a spiritual tree, harnessing the wind, although it has long been accustomed to the ups and downs of the world: "It listens to the noise of the distant forest and the singing of the brook in the deep valley It stands there lonely and stubborn", it has never really broken away from the fearful but unwavering roots on the edge of the barren and treacherous cliff, casting its bent body into a strong iron bone, no matter the depth of the cliff, the poorness of the soil, and the fierce wind, it has never shaken its faith.

For example, in the last two lines of the poem, "It seems to be about to fall into a deep valley, but it seems to be about to spread its wings and fly." This is the choice of this tree, I think this is a kind of From the surface of the poem, this is a tree growing on the edge of a cliff, it seems so lonely, but it gives me a sense of perseverance, rising from the ground, and being born out of nowhere, and it has a great spirit of steep and steep cliff side that is about to fall. This in itself is a natural wonder that shakes the sky.

After reading this little poem, it gave me the feeling that this is a lonely tree with both self and no self, and the soul and spirit stand high on the edge of the cliff. It is like a spiritual tree, harnessing the wind, although it has long been accustomed to the ups and downs of the world:

It listens to the noise of the distant forest and the singing of the brook in the deep valley It stands there lonely and stubborn, "It has never really broken away from the fearful but unwavering roots on the edge of the barren and treacherous cliffs, casting its bent body into a strong iron bone, and it has never wavered in its faith despite the depth of the cliffs, the poverty of the soil, and the fierceness of the wind." For example, in the last two lines of the poem, "It seems to be about to fall into a deep valley, but it seems to be about to spread its wings and fly." This is the choice of this tree, I think this is a choice of the transcendent soul of the vast life, a choice to stretch one's mood, put aside the frustration of the world, live one's own nobility, and express one's purest and open spirit, and it is also a choice that does not deliberately sovereign perfection but obtains perfection, does not deliberately pursue eternity but obtains the eternal life process, and is also a choice of soul purification and sublimation.

From the fate of this tree, we can feel that the sky of destiny is just a link, a process, and a little laying in the historical universe. What matters is our attitude towards the value of life and the quality of our own life. Maybe this is Zeng Zhuo's life, in fact, I think this is also the life of each of us, after all, each of our lives is burdened and in shackles everywhere.

Because I think that a life with a heavy burden will be willful, more vigorous and energetic. A great life does not consist in taking care of oneself and cherishing oneself, but in detachment and renunciation. This is also the inspiration I gave when I read this poem "The Tree on the Edge of the Cliff".